this is like, the first time i have been on here in like years so everyone can back off about josh read lol. i havent talked to him in forever...as far as i know he is dead. anyways i have a boyfriend named egor suhanov... and i am finally happy. i am moving far away from this shitty city and into london everyone celebrate!! oh and people need to quit harrassing me im sick and tired of it. this isnt high school anymore... grow the fuck up.

Okay all, guess who's in LOVE....I am....totally infatuated and giddy, and all that other great feelings that u get when ur in love. He's a british boy by the name of Josh, although, all i am hoping is that he actually loves me too... So yes, i am to visit him next summer...should be eventfull....okay so here's my list of songs to check out...;

On Myspace:
Check out ;
The Kissing Tigers - I died in a mall
No Sense-Femme Fatalist

other songs u can find on a downloading system:
The Spill Canvas
x Black Dresses
xThe Tide
xThe night will go as follows
xSelf Conclusion
The Scene Aesthetic
xThe alamo is no place for dancing
xSo Peter you've become a pirate
Billy Talent
xDevil in a Midnight Mass
Wolfmother
xWoman
xLove Train
The Pink Spiders
xTeenage Graffiti
xModern Swinger
xLittle Razorblade
x Sham on
Cute is What We Aim for
xCurse of Curves
xLyrical lies
xHip Hop @ IHOP
xDon't hesitate to hate
xCrush
xTeasing to Please
AFI
xMiss Murder
xPrelude
Three Days Grace
xPain
xAnimal I have Become
Taking Back Sunday
xThere's no I in TEAM
xGhost man on third
xMake Damn Sure
xThe truth is....

so yes, tis what is on my mp3 as of late...so CHECK IT OUT!!!!

p.s I <3 Joshie!!!

She is not mine. she destroys herself. I am madly in love with a british boy...its too bad he's over a not-so-big ocean. and he has a girl. and i have a boy. but this is not right. it should be me and him and her. my Little Razorblade, and my Sugar...In a car, on the road, with a million and one gummy bears. News flash: Took a gigantic chunk out of the tip of my thumb. Hurts like heck. But nothing hurts as much as when she says she loves me. It hurts cuz we cant do this. she wants to be loved by him. why? i dont know, cuz he treated her like crap. but she does. and he's my taco But everything is going wrong and I can't fix it. cuz my british boy is not here and wont be for a long time. and she is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. and its ticking inside her, so we dont know when she'll go off. and it kills. it kills to have this happen. i have to sit and watch her ruin herself. she'll do it. she's replacing one a-hole with another. i'm with her and he comes stumbling down the street. she invited him. he's high. a loser. hes "burnt out" or "just tired" but he can't even stand. and i can't watch it. i go inside the apartment with her mom and wait for her mom to know whats wrong. she's got the mother's intuition. im her second child practically. she knows hes a loser. she makes her come inside. im crying. my little razorblade kisses my tears away. i kept a picture of the british boy in a frame. he doesn't know how much i really love him. and i'm slowly slipping into vacancy. slowing my mind is numbing, and the string i am being suspended from is breaking. soon i will unravel like an undone sweater. i wont be able to cry. or hate. or love. i will be an emotionless shell. because she hurts me, and he won't say he loves me too...and mean it. To the Love: This might be my end...please leave me a comment help me through this..i know i need your help....don't leave me hanging.....please...

Little Razorblade
The Pink Spiders
Hey, hey, little razorblade, girl you're so so dangerous
you say you wanna try and get away and thats just so obvious
but I've got the keys so lets put it into drive

Hey, hey, little razorblade, girl you're so so serious
you're only pretty when you walk away and you act oblivious
but I've got the keys so let's put it into drive
but don't call it a crush don't call it a crush, baby
you know I love you too much to be crushed like that

Give back my heart tonight I'm sick of never smiling 'cause you're so uptight
'cause we know its not alright but neither one of us is putting up a fight.
And you're right that its wrong to spend the night alone
you stand on the shore as I'm treading water
and wave as I sink like a stone

Hey, hey, little razorblade, girl you're so so obnoxious
this lucid dream is now reality and it makes me so anxious

Modern Swinger
The Pink Spiders
Shes out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes
misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet
her social deviance is teasing me I know what I want

and Im really gonna really let her know (woah)
that I like her but I just dont care enough
to fool around with love

yeah my babys pretty as a car crash
sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it’s love
its heavy and it hurts and its love

strung out on blow she doesnt know why shes not feeling good
dropped out of school and now shes moving out to Hollywood
her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far

and Im really gonna really let her know (woah)
that I like her but I just dont care enough
to fool around with love

yeah my babys pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter
yeah my babys smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and its love
its heavy and it hurts and its love

staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
but nothings better than what silence is saying
when every time I turn around shes always looking away
its just the nature of the game that we're playing

And I think I’m tapping out,
I think I’m gonna skip the title bout

Sham On
The Pink Spiders
She said I never really thought I'd need this
I said my goal is to be cigarettes to you
it might sound dangerous but that just means it's worth it
I said I wanna get the shakes out lady
she said you don't know what you're getting into boy
this is a story where the epilogue is endless

c'mon c'mon freak out (this audio survival)
tune in and turn it out (this rock n roll revival)
cause I know you're only pretty when you walk away
yeah yeah, sham on

we've got a problem baby let's get hip
I wanna be cool but all that I can be is honest
and open up to let the pain pour from the pen

c'mon c'mon freak out (this audio survival)
tune in and turn it out (this rock n roll revival)
cause I know you're only pretty when you walk away
yeah yeah, sham on

Teenage Graffiti
The Pink Spiders
Teenage graffiti, shut your mouth shut off the TV
Ain't got no money honey, I don't mind
Teenage graffiti, slam the door when you're defeated
We're all a victim if you give us time, we're all of victim of the times
So put your money where your mouth is honey my generation's got it bad
When everybody's talking cirles
Better get up, get out, put out
We've got a world to burn
Teenage graffiti, empty bottles lie beneath me
Drank away my money
Drank away my time
Teenage graffiti, shut your mouth shut off the TV
Ain't got no money honey
I don't mind, where we're going we won't spend a dime
And i don't wanna see your bedroom sugar
I'm not lookin' for love
But when you call me a pretender you know you shatter my heart

p.s check out these song....they are sex.... and dont forget to help me....i'm a t a loss..

-Stealth the Emo Bandit <3 (Kristie)
x0x0 (but mostly the fevered kisses)

Jessi Greer. She’s the gun that didn’t discharge. She’s all the worst parts of the bible thrown into one. She is a Disaster. She is always looking for something to ruin. She is a cycle: scream, laugh, fall over, repeat. She is the opposite of diamonds in the rough. Maybe she’ll hyperventilate and pass out. She’s either too drunk or not drunk enough. I couldn’t make up a kid like this. Our lives as a Greek tragedy; every single character you get attached to dies in the end. She mostly thinks of vampires. Not really, but they’re the closest she can come. They got to know something about the way she doesn’t sleep until the sun comes up. Or about the marks she’s been leaving on my neck. The disaster is wearing a ‘don’t mess with texas’ shirt. The Unoriginal gangsta. She’s faded. Her bed is like a coffin. She is all parts of the bullet but the powder. She is diamonds into coal. The tinted glass is a two-way mirror. Watch her fall. She’s got me smiling. Kissing her is the only thing that feels okay. That and when she calls me her “little razorblade”. Stuck like glue (like I am to her). We’re panting in the cold air, kissing off ‘maybe we shouldn’ts’ like they were nothing. The disaster is my razorblade. Dangerous yet useful. Leaving scars on my wrists with every butterfly kiss. I am calculating all the legs and drunken stutters. I am precise. I am a machine. I am a hot mess. Wallowing in self-pity, dragging her across the road (my wrists aren’t down the street). That heated passion after the dance. Your braces made my gums bleed. It was somehow enjoyable because it was you. Talking about how your only pretty when you walk away. Oblivious to me. Smoke in the tobacco like it’s the only thing worth living for. Don’t call it a crush, jessi, don’t call it a crush. You know I love you too much to be crushed like that. She’s Technicolor (turned to grey). Walking in a thunderstorm, looking hookeresque. The wind made you flash the lucky viewers. Wiped away your tears with saw two, Mexican rice, fifteen dollars worth of candy and the chance to snuggle under blankets. Camisado pink floyd friction. Birds have wings and I believe in miracles. Sex dice and breast blowing. Dirty dancing and we do birthdays. I can’t live without you’s and you’re my life-ing. I don’t want to be close, I want to be clinically attached. My Siamese twin. Panic! At the Disco, Fall out Boy (WE’RE FALL OUT GIRLS) and the Pink Spiders. Holding hands. Lie in your bed for no reason. We fit perfectly. Tears pooling in my glasses leads to an I love you. Chuck norris’s gummy bear has nothing on us. “look Jordan! It’s a chuck Norris…(insert jessi eating gummy bear here)”. Ultimate showdown equals chocolate icing and pixie sticks. Pebbles or bam-bam? Demented dime. Ultimate sugar-HIIIIGGGGHHHHH. X0x0. but mostly the fevered kisses. Gnaw on your face to keep you awake. pictures at Rocco’s. deal, dish. My pretty little whore. “I need to shave” translates to “I want to die”. “I do too” translates to “I don’t, but I can’t lose you”. Read between the lines. Jessi you are my everything, don’t hurt me my Little razorblade. JUST SAVE ME.

I can't live I cant breathe unless you do this with me

<3 kristie
p.s Joshie angel.....i <3 u as well.....

pss about jessi....DONT STEAL THIS FOR YOUR OWN OR I WITH SMITE YOU BY GNAWING ON UR FACE!!!

Okay so there's a thing with my life that just seems like there's nothing there...like i could sleep and it would all just go away...but it wont.

The love of my life lives over (not much of an) ocean, and he's with a girl..whom i dont know so nothing against her... My best friend has gone AWOL and her bf has a restraining order against him b/c he's bi...then there's the fact nate wants to kill himself and my life is full of crap......

I love stitch...the teeth, the extra arms, the meanness, but with always with the best of attentions....

Jessi greer is my disaster...my little razorblade. scars on my wrists with every butterfly kiss. My life.....the phone line is there

Joshie angel, sugar, my saviour, w/e you wish to call urself..ILY....to death...bits and peices......forever..

That is all

<3 kristie
p.s i am officially stealth:the emo bandit ... pictures up soon